I've Been There Before

The passage led to the lift. With great fear, it seemed the passage was covered by nails.

Grace silently followed Kirk.

The lift was ahead of them. Kirk stopped for a second and gestured Grace to go ahead alone as if he was a gentleman. “Please, Miss Grace.”

“You…” Grace hesitated. She was not a warm-hearted girl, but she glanced over Kirk’s icy-cold face. “Don’t you come with me?”

“President only want to meet you.”

Kirk still grabbed Ruby’s arm in his hand. She hastily shouted as the lift door was about to close, “Grace! Grace! Please help me! I know you are too kind to leave me in the hell, right?”

Kirk annoyingly shot her a glare, and turned to Grace. “Miss Grace, you owe her nothing.”

There was no need to bother his president for the bitch.

Grace said before the door closed, “I know.”

I know I don’t owe her. I want to see the man I hate not for her.

Grace didn’t want to explain anything to anyone.

When the door opened again, she took a deep breath and exhaled loudly. He noticed her deathly-pale face reflected on the wall of the lift from the corner of her eyes.

Perhaps, in others’ opinion, she only came to beg a man she knew about for another, which was not a big deal.

But, in terms of Grace, it was much more painful… than kneeling on the ground.

“President Shaw, here I am.” For some reason, the lights in the hall were out, except some dimmed lights. On the cowhide sofa near the French window sat a man, his arm languidly laid on the armrest. Between his fingers, his smoking cigarette was snapped out.

She kind of flinched.

She instinctively moved backward.

In the meantime, there came a small laugh. “Have a seat.”

“…”

pointed

here to beg

moved to the sofa and sat

sit there just because my order?” The man

was playing

my president, and I have to obey

man thought he heard a joke…Obey his

Who?

James? The daughter of family

his arm laying on the armrest, his posture languid,

ticked away the seconds, Grace started to

on her face. With dim light, she couldn’t see his expression clearly. From time to time, she looked up into his eyes, only to find his

anxious to stay silent with him, and she tilted her

can say something with

languidly said, “I know, and I was waiting for you to

turned out that the president was

What a misunderstanding…so awkward.

blushed scarlet, even

her took in her

there’s something burning

want to beg for

what?” His deep voice got

let go

just leaves her another chance to hurt you again. How do they describe a person like you…oh…Mother Maria?

her eyes…Perfect daughter of family

know the girl you

and stared at her…Did she just

me to release

to be the Mother Maria, but how much

after bellowing coldly, “Grace, you know your kneeling was worthless for

hoarsely and tilted her head